The old farmer quickly whispered, "Twenty meters ahead, gray pants and black cotton jacket, carrying a pocket on his back, and carrying a bamboo basket in both hands. ”

A guest who was eating at the breakfast stall with his back on his back, while eating, glanced at the left side, quickly determined the goal, drank the tofu brain in one gulp, and said to a friend next to him with a smile, "This time, please ah." With that, he got up directly, and walked along the stone road street inside, and then wiped his mouth vigorously with his left hand without a handkerchief or anything like that.

After this action came out, some pedestrians on the street, or some traders in the morning market, began to slowly move along the road.

The man who hadn't finished breakfast yet, smiled and took out the money, patted it on Table Mountain, and said, "This tofu brain is good, you don't need to look for it." ”

"Hey! Thank you to the owner. You walk slowly. The boss replied with a smile and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks left by the other two.

Instead of walking down the street, the guest crossed an alley across the street to a grocery store with a payphone, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. After about a few seconds, the other person picked it up and said, "Visitor!" ”

Qian Jinxun's voice also came out, saying, "Look for an opportunity to get drugged." ”

The man said, "It's already started." ”

Qian Jinxun said, "Okay, tell me when you have the result." ”

This humane "Understood. Then he hung up the phone, walked forward quickly, followed to the left through a small alley, and came to Stone Road Street again. After a while, he found a coordinate, that is, the old farmer had put down the pick, and lifted the tarpaulin from the two burdens.

The man walked over and said, "Yo, good thing, bring me a pack." As he spoke, he handed over the prepared money, and the old farmer handed a small packet of flour directly to the other party with his left hand, took the money, and said, "It's absolutely freshly ground and delicious." ”

The man nodded, and then looked in the direction where the old farmer had finished collecting the money, and saw the backpacker standing in front of a cake stall, waiting for the other to make a cake. And about five or six meters behind the left side of this kid, there is a guy with a brimmed hat, who is looking in his direction.

So the two sides immediately looked at each other, he nodded slightly towards each other, and both began to pretend to be shopping, wandering around the neighborhood.

The pancake is an old trader, his hands and feet are very sharp, and he came out of the stall very early, and he baked more than a dozen sheets in advance, and whoever came to buy them could take it directly.

But today he met a big business, and the other party asked for sixty cakes at once. It made him smile. After saying yes, he immediately started to stick it on the hot pan.

Seeing this, the backpacker looked left and right, and found that there was a porridge shop on the left, so he said, "You help me brand it first, and I'll go buy something else." ”

"Hey, alright, you're busy." As he spoke, he continued to get busy.

The backpacker walked up to the porridge shop with the basket and said, "How do you sell these pickles?" ”

There was a young man here, and when he saw the guests, he immediately said, "Oh, boss, let's drink porridge here, you can eat pickles for free, and we also sell steamed buns here, which is a good product that is difficult to see on the market, and it is very cheap." ”

The backpacker shook his head and said, "I don't want anything else, I just want to buy some pickles, and I want a lot, can you make a price?" ”

The guy was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Then you...... How much? I'll ask you about our boss. ”

The backpacker pointed to the small pot on the table, which was full of cabbage and radish peels, the cheapest kind of pickles, and there was plenty of salt. Whoever comes to eat can take a small plate and eat it for free. The backpacker said, "Just this little basin, bring me two." ”

"Oh, then you wait a minute, I'll ask you." The fellow turned around and went into the porridge shop in the back.

At this moment, the backpacker heard a shout behind him, "Hey, thief! Catch the thief! He immediately became vigilant in his heart, because after all, this is a nationalized area, as long as he is exposed, then the Chinese agents will not give him good fruits to eat.

But the backpacker kept his expression, and like most people, he looked over with more curiosity than surprise, only to see that not far away, only fifteen or sixteen meters away, probably next to the place where he had just bought the pancakes, there was already a small cloud of white mist. There were still two figures fighting in the white mist, a boy with a hat, waved his hand vigorously and pushed the other party hard. The figure on the opposite side let out an "oops" sound, fell to the ground, and shouted, "Catch...... Catch the thief. He stole my money ......! ”

He fell down, and his body smashed into a pocket on the ground, and with a "pounce", a burst of white mist splashed from the pocket again, but it was a bag of relatively high-grade white noodles. Fortunately, the man fell on his pocket, but he was not injured, and he threw himself twice, and was about to chase after him, but he ran two steps, turned back, picked up the broken noodle bag, and shouted again, "Is there a patrolman?" Catch the thief...... Catch ......" shouted as he chased forward.

The backpacker didn't move, looking around, but didn't notice anything wrong. The pedestrians on the road saw that the bustle had dispersed, and they were busy with their own things again.

At this moment, someone behind him spoke, "It's this guest officer, who wants to buy our pickles." ”

The backpacker looked back, only to see that in addition to the guy who had just spoken, there was also a person wearing a half-worn satin cotton robe next to him. Wearing an old melon skin hat, he was smiling at himself. Seeing that he looked over, the other party said, "This gentleman wants to buy our pickles?" ”

The backpacker said, "Yes, how do you sell it?" I want two pots. As he spoke, he pointed to the small basin again.

The shopkeeper said, "Oh, I really haven't sold it like this, or you can give me a dollar." ”

It is said that the current fiat currency is becoming less and less valuable, and the original three or five cents can take a rickshaw from one end of the city to the other. Now it takes several pieces to do it, and it takes more than ten turns with turns. Therefore, at the price of two pots of pickles, the boss didn't ask for much.

The backpacker nodded, took a dollar out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Can you find something for me to load." I'm so carrying. ”

"Yes." The boss turned to the guy and said, "Go and get the oiled paper out and wrap it for this gentleman." The man said yes and got busy.

The backpackers took advantage of this time to sit on the benches next to the stalls and observe their surroundings as if they were looking at the street scene......

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